Seeing that the cute little kid didn't know anything, he kept looking at the mutton in the bowl.
Zhou Yu rubbed her little head lovingly and immediately gave up the urge to continue asking questions.
After all, who can bear to disturb a little foodie while he eats!
"It doesn't matter if you don't know. Just stay here with me and I'll have lots of delicious food!"
Wen Yan comforted the little kid, and Zhou Yu took out another set of bowls and chopsticks and started eating.
But what he didn't notice was that when the little girl opposite heard him call himself brother, her big, bright eyes were instantly filled with shock and confusion.
His own Ayeke is the emperor.
Will Xiao Nengjun, who calls himself his brother, be beheaded by Ayela?
No, no, Xiao Gengjun's food is so good. If his head is chopped off, I'm afraid he won't be able to survive in the future.
Glancing at the boiling pot bottom, the little boy seemed to have made up his mind. He raised his little head and said seriously, "Don't talk nonsense, little fellow. My father will chop off your head!"
Zhou Yu was originally thinking about how to find out the little girl's background, but when he heard this, he was stunned.
"I didn't say anything just now, why did the little kid react so strongly? Could it be... because I called myself brother?"
As a part-time screenwriter, Zhou Yu has a solid literary foundation.
In fact, some modern titles also existed in ancient times, but their meanings are very different.
For example, the word "ma" did not mean mother in ancient times, but referred to an old woman from the lower class.
For example, "ye" is generally the same as "ye", which refers to father rather than grandfather in ancient times.
As for the title "brother", it has appeared more and more frequently in historical records since the Tang Dynasty.
Experts speculate that this should be related to the Korean Bei ancestry of the Li Tang Dynasty.
At that time, "brother" was often used by a father to refer to his son.
Judging from the reaction of the little milk ball, he clearly misunderstood the title.
Moreover, the little girl said that her father would chop off his own head. It seems that her father is most likely an emperor in ancient times.
Looking at the little girl opposite with a serious expression, Zhou Yu realized that the clothes embroidered with cloud patterns on her body seemed to be made of extraordinary fabrics.
As soon as he thought of this, Zhou Yu became excited instantly.
Since the little girl is most likely a princess, all we need to know is her last name to know her origins.
Wow, it’s true that when you think there’s no way out, you’ll find another village just out of the darkness.
Thinking of this, Zhou Yu quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks and asked again: "You don't know where you come from, but you should know your name, right?"
"Of course! My name is Yimingda, and my father and mother both call me Persimmon."
Seeing that Zhou Yu actually questioned him, the little kid immediately puffed out his chest.
by?
It seems that there is no emperor with this surname in Chinese history?
Could it be Li?
"Li Mingda? Sizi?"
Could it be that the little ball of milk in front of me is the legendary Princess Jinyang?
"Yes, yes, I understand. You can call me Persimmon, too."
When the little kid, who had just been pouting, heard Zhou Yu calling out his name, he immediately nodded his head.
"Your father is Li Shimin? Your mother is Empress Zhangsun? You also have an older sister, Princess Changle, Li Lizhi?"
"Hmm, it turns out that Xiao Nengjun knows my father, mother, and sister~"
When the little kid heard Zhou Yu calling out the names of his family members, the worry in his heart was instantly forgotten.
Then, my attention was once again attracted by the constantly rolling hot pot.
The case was solved, finally solved.
This cute little girl turned out to be the daughter of Emperor Taizong of Tang, Li Shimin, and Empress Zhangsun.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I came back, a little princess fell from the sky.
Excited, Zhou Yu didn't care about anything else and picked up his phone to search.
Although he had heard of Princess Jinyang, he did not know the detailed information.
Fortunately, there is the omnipotent Internet.
As the keywords were entered, information about Princess Jinyang Li Mingda was quickly displayed.
I saw that Princess Jinyang was intelligent, kind and gentle.
Zhou Yu couldn't help but nodded secretly.
Seeing Princess Jinyang's flying white calligraphy, she is comparable to her father Li Shimin.
Zhou Yu's heart was full of praise.
But when he saw that Princess Jinyang died unexpectedly due to illness at the age of twelve.
He was stunned at first, and then felt heartbroken.
What a cute little kid, how could he die at such a young age?
no!
Since the little milk ball has traveled to his home, he must not let the tragedy happen again.
It is said that Empress Changsun suffered from respiratory disease, and it was likely hereditary.
The little boy died at a young age, most likely because of this disease.
Fortunately, modern medical conditions are well developed, so even if it cannot be cured, it probably won’t be a big problem.
And from the conversation just now, it can be confirmed that the little girl came here because she smelled the aroma of the hot pot she cooked.
Based on my imagination as a part-time screenwriter, there is probably a time and space channel connecting to ancient times somewhere in my old house.
As long as he finds this passage, even if the little girl returns to the Tang Dynasty, he will be able to keep her safe.
Thinking of this, the gloom in Zhou Yu's heart gradually dissipated.
"Little Nianjun, why aren't you being naughty? You're so naughty!"
Seeing that Zhou Yu was staring at the phone without saying anything, the little kid, who had been waiting impatiently, finally couldn't help but remind him.
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